Chapter 1622: with translation of chapter title

1569 A person's name, a tree's shadow (Alliance Leader Chashan Yinke extra chapter 1)

"Where are Sun Xiaomei's parents?" Zheng Ren asked.

"The Medical University Affiliated Hospital in Sheng Cheng is on its way back." Xie Yiren sized up Zheng Ren, feeling very satisfied.

As they were speaking, the doctor from the ultrasound room pushed the machine into the Emergency Resuscitation Room.

This person is newly arrived; Zheng Ren doesn't know them.

"What patient?" She had obviously just been called up after lying down, full of morning grumpiness, her tone carrying a hint of gunpowder.

Wang Zong looked at Zheng Ren, not knowing what to say.

If you say it's a psychiatric patient, wanting to do a full abdomen plus pelvic ultrasound? That's just bullshit.

Even Wang Zong thought it was unreliable.

Considering there might be some issues, let's do an ultrasound to have a look. Zheng Ren said.

"What issues? This girl looks fine." After the ultrasound doctor clarified who the patient was, they became even more unhappy.

Sun Xiaomei sat there obediently, not looking like she had any problems at all.

"Really, with nothing to do, they're doing a full-body check without even a diagnosis!" The ultrasound doctor muttered.

Su Yun raised his eyebrows slightly; Zheng Ren bumped him with his shoulder, then gently said, "Trouble, have a look at the eye, liver, gallbladder, spleen—mainly check the uterine adnexa."

"Who are you? A country bumpkin 120 doctor?" The ultrasound doctor glanced at Zheng Ren, full of resentment.

Her temper was clearly bad; the mobile ultrasound machine, intentionally or not, bumped the bed frame, making a "clang" sound.

"Wang Zong, say something—doing a full-body check without any diagnosis, is that appropriate?" The ultrasound doctor nagged, releasing that morning resentment.

Wang Zong was also helpless; he believed Zheng Lao Ban definitely had his own purpose.

But after asking several times, Zheng Lao Ban said nothing.

"There is a diagnosis, but it's just a consideration and suspicion; sorry for the trouble." Zheng Ren said politely.

"What diagnosis? The girl is fine. Each ultrasound part costs 130 bucks; doing so many parts on a healthy person is an overuse of tests, and doctors' reputations are ruined by quacks like you." The female ultrasound doctor nagged.

Su Yun was very angry, but Zheng Ren had just signaled not to start a conflict, so he merely gave a cold smile.

Wang Zong was somewhat displeased, looking at the ultrasound doctor and saying: "Clinical considerations are clinical; you say all this in front of the patient—if there's a dispute, you handle it?"

"It's not an emergency rescue, but you still need to give a diagnosis. It's the middle of the night—I'm not saying this about you, Wang Zong." The ultrasound doctor said.

"The diagnosis is—anti-N-methyl-D-aspartate receptor encephalitis." Zheng Ren made a gesture and said lightly.

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In the resuscitation room, everyone was dumbfounded.

What the hell kind of diagnosis is this?

The ultrasound doctor thought Zheng Ren was chanting a spell, reciting a tongue twister—because he couldn't come up with a diagnosis, he was just spouting obscure terms to scare people.

After a brief shock, she showed a contemptuous cold smile.

Wang Zong is from gastroenterology surgery; he definitely doesn't know what anti-N-methyl-D-aspartate receptor encephalitis is.

Su Yun is quite knowledgeable, but this time he simply couldn't keep up with Zheng Ren's pace.

"Boss, what is anti-N-methyl-D-aspartate receptor encephalitis?" Su Yun asked quietly.

"It's receptor encephalitis." Zheng Ren corrected.

…… Su Yun picked up his phone and began searching online.

Unfortunately, the online information was also scarce.

Even a certain Baidu encyclopedia had no relevant entry, but the largest medical website had several related reports.

He didn't have time to read the content, just glanced at the title.

They were all case reports of anti-N-methyl-D-aspartate receptor encephalitis causing psychiatric symptoms.

Looking at them, Su Yun's eyebrows furrowed.

"Don't throw a few professional terms around here to scare people." The ultrasound doctor scolded.

"Hurry up and do it—why all this nonsense?" Wang Zong was unhappy.

"Wang Zong, I'm not talking about you." The ultrasound doctor, obviously somewhat afraid of Wang Zong, turned the spear toward Zheng Ren, saying: "I don't know where this..."

"He's the former Chief Zheng from the Emergency Department, who went to Di Du to become a professor." Wang Zong was helpless; Zheng Lao Ban being looked down upon when he returned home—something even Zheng Lao Ban himself probably didn't expect.

"Ah?" The ultrasound doctor stared for a moment, "You're Chief Zheng?"

"Hurry up and do the ultrasound, pay attention—both sides' adnexal areas are most likely to have problems." Zheng Ren didn't bother arguing with a doctor from the auxiliary department, saying lightly.

This time the ultrasound doctor quieted down; she quickly drew the curtain, and Miao Xiaohua and Xie Yiren went in to accompany.

"Boss, why do an ultrasound for encephalitis?" Su Yun asked.

"Wait until the test is done, then we'll see if we need to say anything." Zheng Ren said, "It's just a guess; if it's wrong, there's no need to say anything."

"Petty, you want an ultrasound—what are you trying to judge?" Su Yun persistently questioned.

"Young woman, sudden psychiatric symptoms, head CT shows only mild encephalitis—should suspect the possibility of a teratoma." Zheng Ren said.

"Teratoma?" Su Yun and Wang Zong quietly muttered the name.

This condition is not uncommon; the last time Zheng Ren came back, it was also here, and he also encountered a patient. The Medical University Affiliated Hospital considered it a malignant tumor in the adnexal area and recommended a hysterectomy.

But Zheng Ren personally performed the ultrasound, negated that diagnosis, and thought it was a teratoma.

The same disease can manifest in countless ways, making it truly difficult for clinical doctors.

This is also because current technology has advanced; if it were decades ago, many diseases would have been misdiagnosed in such a muddled way.

Actually, it's still the same now—at the very least, cancer remains an incurable disease like tuberculosis was over a hundred years ago.

Electroshock therapy, hydrotherapy—people back then tried countless means to see if they could treat tuberculosis.

So what happened? They all came back empty-handed.

With technological Progress, tuberculosis now has drug treatment, becoming a simple, easily treatable disease.

"Yi Ren, how far along is the ultrasound?" Su Yun asked.

"Liver, gallbladder, spleen show no abnormality," the ultrasound room doctor replied.

Since she learned that the young man before her was the legendary figure of Haicheng First Hospital Emergency Department—Zheng Ren, Chief Zheng—her attitude had clearly improved a lot.

A person's name, a tree's shadow.

After the ultrasound room doctor was transferred from the lower-level hospital to Haicheng First Hospital Emergency Department's ultrasound room, all she heard day in and day out was how awesome the current Wang Zong was, and how even more awesome the former Chief Zheng was.

As for why some kind of encephalitis requires an ultrasound, she couldn't figure it out and didn't bother to think about it.

Because she was dragged into losing face, things got awkward. She harbored a slight hope that the ultrasound would show nothing abnormal, so that when others later praised Chief Zheng, she could step forward and say, "Is Chief Zheng's level really just average?"

Liver, gallbladder, spleen were fine, and she felt a bit happier.

The probe continued moving downward; on the screen, an abnormal signal shadow suddenly appeared.